Holiday Time in the De-troit

Rare is the person I've met who's been to Detroit. They've driven through, they stopped over on Northwest, they've always been curious about Detroit Techno, Eminem or the White Stripes. Others say it is the ugliest city in the world, and I must admit-- as I make the drive from the airport through Dearborn, Inkster, and past the Uniroyal wheel and the burnt out and long forgotten factories-- that I wonder if the sun ever appears out here... and why my parents decided on living here at all, of all the places one could live. But the gray flat and endless broken freeways are home sweet home and have bourne a life-long love for the underdog.







Above, the infamous "Michigan Left Turn", an annoying process of never being able to turn left and a subsequent dance of vehicular somersaults, all just to get to the mall. The Mall!!

By the amount of pictures I'm taking-- a dangerous act, given that I'm driving at the same time-- I wonder if this means that I'm getting ready to never come back.